Walt: That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take.

Declan: 35%, wow are you kidding me? Thirty-five, Mike, please tell me this is a joke. You know how far we had to stick our necks out to get this cash? And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?

Walt: I know all about your operation. See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1% pure.

Walt: Mike is retiring from our crew, so his share of the partnership is available if you can handle his end. Distribution. And if you give him five million dollars of the fifteen million that you brought today. Just think of it as a finder's fee for bringing us together. We have forty pounds of product ready to ship. Ready to go. Are you ready?

*Declan picks up the bag of meth and turns around. He looks at the bag and turns back around. He laughs nervously*

Jesse: Maybe we should talk about how and when I'm gonna get my five million dollars.

Walt: And we will do that. Absolutely.

Jesse: It's just, you know, Mr. White-

Walt: Jesse. Just give me some time here, okay? I'll need a little help getting things up and running during this transition, you can at least do that for me, right? Huh? Come on, don't worry, we'll figure it out.

*Jesse opens the gate so Mike can drive into the Vamonos Pest Control parking lot. Mike and Walt get out*

*Dorothy leaves the room and closes the door. Dan begins opening the boxes with his key and placing money inside*

*Dan walks back to Mike's car and gets in*

Dan: Young Kaylee's gonna need a second safety deposit box if you decide to leave one more dollar to her.

Mike: How's the rest of it?

Dan: Oh, it's empty as usual. The families are pretty reliable with the pickups.

Mike: Nobody complaining about them wanting it all at once?

Dan: No, they get it, slow and steady wins the race. Well, I guess this is it for a while. Don't worry about the families, they'll keep getting their deliveries.

*Dan exits the car and Mike drives away*

Hank: *through listening device* Yeah, I know times are tight, but it's for the kids and your sponsorship would sure be appreciated. Now we have a silver level, but the gold and platinum levels really get your name out there on the banners and t-shirts. Sure, no that's not a problem, you call me directly if things change, ya hear? Uhh, Gomie! Take a brick to my head if I have to make another fun run call. I'm done! What's up? Why you smiling?

Hank: Oh baby, now we're talkin'. How quick can you get your group together?

Gomez: Two, maybe three hours.

Hank: Can we make it two? We're gonna nail that son of a bitch.

*Mike closes the laptop and drops it down a well. He goes and gets his guns and drops them down too. He then grabs his getaway bag and puts it in the back of his car. He puts his keys on top of a beam and walks away. He hails a cab*

Walt: How can you say that to me? Jesus. I mean, I'm the one who's the father here. What, do I have to curl up in a ball and tears in front of you? Do I have to lock myself up in a room and get high to prove it to you? What happened to that boy is a tragedy and it tears me up inside. But because it happened, what am I supposed to just lie down and die with him? It's done! It makes me sick that it happened just like everyone else who's died in our wake. What Todd did, you and I have done things that are just as bad.

Jesse: What, just because I don't wanna cook meth anymore, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die because of us?

Walt: No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.

Jesse: You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time. Always. You know what? I'm done, okay. You just give me my money and you and I, we're done.

Walt: Okay. Why? Why do you want this money?

Jesse: Because it's mine. It's my cut?

Walt: But isn't it filthy blood money? You're so pure, you have emotional depth. No, no, no, no, you shouldn't touch that dirty money. I'll save you from that, Jesse. Come on. You want it, you want it just as much as I want it. And it's not wrong to want it, okay? So stay and work with me and you can make ten times, twenty times as much.

Jesse: Whatever, man. You don't wanna pay me, I don't care.

Walt: Yes, you do.

Jesse: It's on you, alright? I'm done.

Walt: No you're not, you're not done. You're not leaving because if you leave, you get nothing! You understand me?! Nothing! Jesse!

SAC Ramey: Budget for the current fiscal year for electronic surveillance is 1.5 million. On par with ATF and the marshall service, that's still a fraction of FBI totals. Lobbying congress for an additional 1.41, but we're waiting on action reports to demonstrate that we're actually getting worthwhile results. *starts to fade into the background as Hank looks at images of Mike*

SAC Ramey: You know no one wants to see you succeed at this more than me, right?

Hank: Yes sir.

SAC Ramey: I know how good you are, I wouldn't have stuck my neck out to get you here if I didn't. But you're not knocking down doors anymore, bubba. You're in charge of an entire district office and that comes with responsibilities. I mean, Hank. Basic reports aren't being filed in a timely manner.

Hank: I'll work on it, it'll get better.

SAC Ramey: Yeah it will, because way too much time and money is being spent on the Fring case, a case which is essentially over. All this overtime to surveil Michael Ehrmantraut? That's just money that can be better spent elsewhere.

Hank: I understand, but I'm not making these choices lightly. We've got increased reports of blue meth out on the streets, Fring's gang is still operational and Ehrmantraut is involved. It's that simple.

SAC Ramey: I believe you. But so what. It's one case out of dozens and you don't play favorites with it just because it used to be yours.

Hank: No, I really...

SAC Ramey: Don't play favorites with it, Hank. You've got a bigger job than that. I mean, forget the financial costs, I hear you're personally serving search warrants out in the field?

Hank: That was an error in judgement. Won't happen again.

SAC Ramey: You're damn right it won't! I'm just gonna bottom-line it for you. The surveillance budget for Ehrmantraut is now zero. We clear?

Hank: Sure. Thank you. Clear.

SAC Ramey: Good. We'll be in touch.

*Gomez knocks on the door*

Hank: Yeah.

Gomez: Hey.

*Gomez goes and sits down next to Hank*

Gomez: So, Ramey wanted to catch up with you? Talk sports and stuff, I guess?

Hank: Yeah, something like that. No more following Ehrmantraut. He's not worth the financial investment.

Gomez: Well, it's not like the guy is going anywhere. He's not even bothering to throw our tails anymore. He's just living a boring old man life like he has nothing left to hide.

Hank: And none of Fring's crew is talking?

Gomez: Not giving an inch.

Hank: Sweeten the pot enough? Zero jail time and an all-expense-paid trip to Maui?

Gomez: Not that, but close. Nobody wants to bite.

Hank: Christ. They're either the most loyal crew in history or someone's still paying them off. You still checking bank records?

Gomez: No one living beyond their means.

Hank: But nine perps all being represented by one lawyer.

Gomez: Not unusual in a case like this.

Hank: Yeah, this guy, what's his name? Daniel Wachsberger? He represents every one of these douchebags except for Ehrmantraut. Can we find out more about the lawyer?

Gomez: You want me to start tailing a lawyer? Like the shit ain't deep enough for you already?

Walt: I mean, I know she's struggling, I know. But I, I just don't know what to do, I mean, what can I do? Such a mess. I mean, both of us, we just have screwed up so much. I'm sorry, I don't, do you have any coffee, maybe I can...

Hank: Coffee, you bet. You bet. What you take, uh, cream?

Walt: Yeah.

*Hank leaves the room and pretends to shoot himself. Walt takes the listening device out of the picture of Hank and Marie, then disconnects the device from the computer*

Walt: The point is, Mike, it affects me. It affects Jesse too, and we, we deserve to know.

Mike: The only thing left to do now is leave town, do you understand?

Walt: Leave town, wow. Yeah, I just can't up and leave like you, Mike. I've got a family, I've got people who depend on me.

Mike: Yeah. *walks up to Walt and takes the bag from him* Goodbye, Walter.

Walt: You're welcome.

Mike: I'm sorry. What?

Walt: I want those names, Mike. You owe me that much.

Mike: I don't owe you a damn thing. All of this, falling apart like this, is on you.

Walt: Wow. Wow! Oh that's some kind of logic right there, Mike. You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA, and now suddenly this is all my fault? Why don't you walk me through this, Mike.

Mike: We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch. We had Fring. We had a lab. We had everything we needed and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, cooked, and made as much money as you ever needed. It was perfect. But no. You just had to blow it up. You. And your pride and your ego. You just had to be the man. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now.

*Mike walks away and gets in his car. Walt walks to his car, then walks back toward Mike. Mike opens his go bag and sees that the gun has been removed. Walt shoots Mike through the window of his car. Mike drives away and crashes. Walt runs up to Mike's car and looks inside. Mike's not there but Walt follows his trail. Mike is sitting down by the lake as Walt approaches to disarm him*

Walt: I just...I just realized that Lydia has the names, I can get 'em from her. I'm sorry Mike. This, this whole thing could've been avoided.

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